Chrysogonus' Translation #35 - from Melinda Smith's "At the Neon Museum: Las Vegas roadside with giant high-heel"

Di Museum Neon: Tepi Jalan Las Vegas dengan hak tinggi raksasa

Kelak, malam akan menelan pepohonan ini

dan ia akan merajai panggung. Sepanjang hari

ia bertengger, kusam dan lusuh; diam.

Hanya ketika langit gurun memburat

merah muda, laiknya sol di dalamnya

gemilang datang atasnya, satu demi satu.

Ia sajikan satu pertunjukan.

Mesinnya menyala, ia mulai berputar

tari tiang tunggalnya di udara.

Later, night will eat these trees

and she will own the stage. All day

she perches, wan and washed-out; still.

It’s only when the desert sky

is blush-pink, like her inner sole

her spangles come on, one by one.

Time to give them one more show.

Her motor chugs, she starts to turn

her solo pole-dance in the air.